JANUARY2007

From Dog to Boar 2007

by Malte Hozzel

The dog or the boar

or the snake or the rat

fog in the morning

or warm sun for a chat....

One thing remains sure:

The dog did not bite

and the boar will not stink

and the Bush’s will not fight

And the ship will not sink

And those who don’t blink

with “their log in the eyes

of the others”, too late

to escape their burden

to escape their fate

with their brothers remaining

in fear and disdaining.....?

Will THEY clean the stable ?

Will they enable 

the boar to start singing

the whore to start swinging

in cosmic romance ? 

And what is YOUR  dance ?

Ready to wonder

ere breaking asunder

or joining together

like the wind with the feather ?

Ready for teaching ? 

Ready fo reaching

the goal unknown ?

Wanting to be humble

not minding to stumble 

at senseless a loan ?

More money to earn ?

More lessons to learn ?

Or standard and “clean”

You know what I mean.....

For the dog did not bite

and the boar does not stink

but the Bush’s want to fight

want the ship now to sink

want the terror keep running

and the error, more stunning

hail a new senseless birth

for this Mother Earth !

And the “white man’s burden” 

continues to bless 

and the poor ones confess

and the young ones keep roaring

and the rich create mess

and life, yet more boring

than ever keeps spinning.....

Asuras keep grinning

and the terror “out there”

hides the error in here

not to know who I am.....

Born from the monkeys ?

Just a clone or a sham ?

Or born from the Gods

Out of timeless space

Born out of light in a silent place ?

Just sailing through stars

(with no stripes and no bars)

with sunwinds ahead

and moonlights that spread

through an infinite shine....

Mankind in wonder

mankind in grace

where everything is

MYself - simply mine

for what is “out there”

is just what is in here

Finish the greed

Finish the fear

Don’t miss the embrace
of that wondrous sphere

Earthling’s fulfillment

Earthling’s fate

Nothing more clear

Nothing too late

Devas are dancing

Silence entrancing

the vibrant point

through that space of 

The Tmeless

The Power

The Truth

And the madman crying

the depressed ones sighing

and the priests fingercrossed

and the muftis with crescents embossed

on their shoulder blades.....

So much trying

So much lying

So much darkness and light that made

Heaven to hell

and turned hell into Eden

so much greed and such mess

that no one can tell

how much there’s to loose

and how much to possess

And so much to possess

in letting it go

The Beauty

The Wonder

The Glow

A dog was barking in the night

under the starlit sky

He was barking to his gods

and the answer was there

in that vastness 

    That Silence

    That Space

And there was that care

and there was that grace

bathing the darkness with light

The dog did not bite

and the boar will not blink

and the Bush’s will give up to fight

and clean their own stink

And songs from beginning

ere the world was spinning

set the world now allright

in its Love

its Wisdom

and its Might

Plane crash in Java

earthquakes and lava

blizzards and plight

anything more...... ?

Any gods on that shore

where destiny hits

brutal, absurd

without sense, without word ?

Any defence in that court

where no one explains

- cause falling short 

and pleading forbidden - 

And the judge staying hidden ?

Meaning encrypted, for he who ordains

never to be faced if the masking remains

if the hearts are not flowing

and the heads are not glowing...

Sand in the eyes

and vision obscured

gallons erected in gruesome replies

to an evil enacted

by an evil allured......

Where is the judge ?

And the god who cries ?

See the hero today:

zero tomorrow and dismay.....!

Better get down from the tanks

and ride on your unicorn

Dismiss hatred and scorn

Dismiss stupid power and ranks

Throw pebbles over your silent lake

or hunt clouds in the skies

where the sylph still whispers

but don’t hunt brothers or sisters

that your heart might not break

The answer is there

in that softness of living

lofty, exalted, always forgiving

in that remembrance of how it will be.....

and that vision which we once used to

see

Yes, some were kneeling....

Some were stretching to the ceiling

of heaven, some so grateful to bless

the whole creation with their love

Some wishing to caress

humanity, each single being

with that mighty touch of freedom, seeing

the Wholeness

the Harmony

The One

the underlying sense of all this blame

unraveling for ever all this game

in endless giving nourished without end

with hearts so open ever meant to spend

And others, thrilled, exalted just so much

that feet kept barely on the ground

And spirals of laughter and singing in-wound

rising and falling and then carried away

echoing back through all night 

and all day

So then.....

Put your heart wide open

Take the armour away

Let your soul flow in wonder

and the Earth can stay